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[halfbrick_inna_sock]

Today there is an old man in a robe laying out on the lawn of the complex. He looks a little dazed and confused. Probably because he just landed there. A short ways from his head is his hat, proclaiming "Wizzard" in sequins, some of which have fallen off.

There's also what appears to be a chest of some sorts sitting nearby. Of course, normal chests don't have feet, but who said it was normal?

The old man reaches his hand vaguely along the ground towards the hat until his fingers locate it. Even stunned as he is, he makes sure he didn't lose it.

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[noahfied_allen]

"Hmm~" A voice hums, coming over to check on him. "What's this now?"

He ignores the mage for a moment in favor of the chest. "What a curious object. I've never seen the like before." He turns to smile at Rincewind. "You, sir. What is this chest?"

[halfbrick_inna_sock]

He sits up, groaning at the ache in his back from the landing. At hearing the voice he turns to the newcomer, putting his hat on his head as he struggles to his feet.

He gives the chest a sour look.

"My luggage. Wouldn't get too close if I were you."

It's fair warning. It's a vicious little thing. He's seen it eat people. Just swallows them up. Sometimes it spits 'em back out later. Sometimes it doesn't. Usualy they aren't in the best of condition though.

He looks again at the stranger.

"Can you tell me where I am? I haven't got a clue, myself."